Up until a few months ago I avoided running like the plague.
Didn't like it, wasn't interested in partaking.
For years, running had served as punishment. Miss too many free throws, some swears during practice, get outrebounded - my basketball coach found a multitude of reasons to run.
But then I made the decision to get into shape. And there was no way I was doing that without at least some running.
I'm not going to say that I love it now, and really my pace is closer to a jog than a run, but I don't dread it. And I hate going days without lacing up and hitting the pavement.
I don't know what changed, but running doesn't seem like punishment anymore. And I'm good with that.